your skin is still alive within me I try to forget it now but the scent of your skin is still alive within me I try to I try to forget it now broken
the B when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep I gets to blastin ass dip they bodies in the bag I hope I get to lastin in this game of
Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Am I still rappin - what you're tryin
under the floor I never could understand the problem I was the one to pull the shoulders drop Couldnt live this type of life no more So i had a part
Or am I just goin' crazy 'cause I miss you? [Verse 2:] I'm shook, I know, I pushed when I shoulda' pulled Took it all back if I could, I put that on
When We Jack And Be Quick With It, Be Crack Hit It With The Lyrical Accuracy And Harmony Imma See Who, I Ain't Fuckin' With The Mid-West, You Could Try
to sly plus I'm too high I'm too fly and I do die, I do die I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp with the budda Love tricking a beotch like the
the raw, I like my murder over hard [Verse 1:] Yeah, I got some different, I'm grippin' the samurai I'll be damned if I spit at your bitch and I am denied
Not even I No, I don't even try I admit that no one is sovereign Not even I No, I don't even try And never you mind -- I've asked nothing of you Nothing
't stopping me I leave her She receive a goodbye, and I would try, hit some beaver That's because a dog is only out for a bone After I get it I quit it
about time that it stops I can't handle this death shit I know I'm soundin' selfish Between my life and they past and I'm highly effected I can't walk
for being here I call the dear Lord when in Billboard I plummet from 3 to 10 I guess failure is my new trend Thought I was all that, now I just fall flat
if I get away from them drive-by killers I still got to worry about those snitch-ass niggas I keep on searchingcand I keep on looking but niggas are the same from Watts to Brooklyn I try
it back, then tie 'em down If he try to move then I gotta lie him down From Y-O, aka Riot Town I used to buy it, but I just supply it now Y'all used to
I'm hell on them hoes Hey, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but I'm hell on them hoes I just, I put a spell on them hoes Forgive me Lord, but
Took his homie life under the street light I think I - live a strange life, I'll probably die a stranger death The dangerous words uttered under a strangers
alright? I said I'm cool, but ain't this shit supposed to relax us? Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards For some strange reason I
everyone we knew wasn't gathered on the corner waving as we drove away and it seemed strange... strange, the effort standing still can take and it's strange what i
